As you may be able to telll this is no the regularly scheduled College Case Study…there is a good reason for this. Currently MyUniSpot is going through a change of power. It will be changing over to a different host in addition to going through some changes with its looks. The site should be up and running again with constant post in the next couple of weeks. I apologize to the fans that we have developed. We will be back soon. 
Konibaasu
This case is about a professor. It is a firsthand account from the young student who sits next to me. She is a beautiful young student who does nothing but complain about our professor. The professor herself is extremely irritating and asks questions of the class that do not require answering. I asked the cute girl next to me to write me a manifesto about our assumptive/unintelligent/pretentious/ridiculous/candy coated professor. The following are her words:
I understand the humor in being pretentious but I just cannot understand my history professor. The first day of class she spent 30 minutes explaining how she is not racist despite the excessive amount of racist terms she is going to use. If this isn’t considered hypocritical I don’t know what is.
The real kicker about my pretentiously hypocritical history professor is her uncertainty about everything she teaches. She asks the class a rhetorical question like, “Has anyone ever been on a train?” She asks this after a small spiel about the transcontinental railroad. Pausing for an uncomfortable amount of time, she asks again until she finally says, “I’m sure some of you have,” under her breath. The only reason I heard the latter is because I sit in the front row.
She is fat, old, and claims to have been an anti-war activist in her golden years (the sex/drug plagued 60’s). She cannot lecture without holding a lollipop and treats the entire class of 110 students like we are mentally retarded. As soon as the lecture on trains ends, she goes into war. TIME WARP! All of a sudden she stops speaking like a pretentious bitch person and passionately orates. The funniest part of all this is that, despite spraying the first three rows with saliva; she is also flicking her lollipop about like a gavel. With every inflection of speech she knocked the thing on the desk and returns it to her mouth. UNSANITARY! The room is hot and the students just gawk as saliva coagulates into small sticky patches of sugar on their faces.
She e-mailed me this piece in confidence that i would not show the teacher…so I posted it on the intanetz.
Written By:Things to learn:
1. Don’t give articles to me to post online
2. Don’t ever take a history class with professor “***”
3. Assume all professors are somewhat biased (racist)
4. Answer rhetorical questions with sarcasm because it is more fun
5. Follow us on Twitter @myunispot
Kuroshirohaiiro
Today I saw the most peculiar thing. I saw a crazy preacher imposing his religious beliefs on all those walking by. I don’t know how common this is to the rest of the world but to me it is a very rare occurrence. The topic of this story, however, is not at all about the preacher man. This tale is the story of the young men and women who passed by him on this fateful day. Some people stopped to gawk at him and others kept walking. Some smiled, some did not make eye contact, and others simply thought it necessary to contradict his words.
I am going to spare my personal beliefs in this article but it was very interesting to see the other people and hear their reactions…
“Today is a very bland day. A day in which I wake up to realize my water has been shut off. Un-showered I must walk all the way to school because my car is in the shop. Upon reaching school I reek and class was not nearly as fun as ever. Walking to lunch I come across a balding man in the east side quad and I smile. I don’t know why I smiled but he smiled back at me. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. I only smiled because I thought it funny that he was preaching the word of his god to perfect strangers. Little did he know I was laughing at the irony of the tattoo on my forearm reading, ‘GODISNOWHERE.’” Read the rest of this entry »
Kuroshirohaiiro
Some people say I tweet too much… I tweet when I wake up, I tweet when I eat, I even tweet (on occasion) when I learn something interesting in class. I don’t follow Twitter, Twitter follows me. Throughout my day, down to it’s inevitable end, I tell the world my story.
Some tweets are dull, and some are very interesting. I tweet about what I see and I @reply whenever possible.
In the most recent occasion, I have been tweeting about pixie girl. A current love interest of mine, and a psychologically obscure person. She has recently become the sole subject of my thought. Her personality: innocent, breathtaking, needing, attention grabbing. The general population of students at our university recoil at her name, and avoid her as best as possible, but I don’t. I follow her in close proximity because she is so fascinating.
Written By:Kuroshirohaiiro
This case is about a young man who found nothing but extreme security in his daily routine, as fundamentally boring as it was. Every morning he woke up to the same song rolling out of his stereo speakers, had a cup of coffee at his apartment, and walked to school. After sitting through an early morning class he took a trip to the same bathroom stall as usual. This case is how he deviated from that normal routine.
Upon Joey’s arrival to the last stall on the left, he noticed something different. There was a new message written just above the door handle. It is not out of the ordinary to see various things written in the stall (partly because of the custodial staff’s laziness) but this particular message set him off. It read, “Skip your next class and go #2.” Joey didn’t know what to think of this but it inspired him. Skipping his next class, he walked to the local indie coffee café. Crossing the threshold into the café, he removed his headphones. The same song he had been listening to was just replaying on the overhead speakers. He ordered his usual mega-caffeinated beverage but today (because of that message) he was about an hour and half earlier than his routine. Read the rest of this entry »
Kuroshirohaiiro
This particular case study happened among three young college men of the particular variation, first years. The only precursor to this case would be the fact that the three young men in question had recently turned 18 years old and lived in their university’s housing facilities. The main hypothetical question for this case is, “what might three young men do with a lot of time and not a lot of boredom-quenching ideas,”? The answer is, apparently, drive to a strip club. The town in which this case takes place is a one horse town and the nearest strip club is at least 40 minutes away. The details upon their arrival, other than their difficulty finding a parking space, are to remain silent for the sake of not offending anyone. I assure you, as the silence may be, that the details are indeed grotesque and offending to most. Read the rest of this entry »
Written By:Kuroshirohaiiro
